Who’s gonna pick up the spiders?Be the candy underneath my eyelids?Gonna tell me that I’m too far gone, and I should go home?Who’s gonna pick up the pieces?Make it better when she reaches?Gonna tell me that it’s been too longand I should come home?’Cause I’m a thousand miles awaybut we’re underneath the same skyUnderneath the marquee moon, tequila sunriseAbout a hundred times a daymy finger hovers over FaceTimeSwear I saw your face in the flicker of a streetlightAll your best friends thinkI’m a waste, man, butI’m just doing meI just can’t competeWith these visions of what you think your man should beShould beBut who’s gonna quit all the violence?Be the one who dares to break the silence?Gonna tell me that I’ve said too muchand I should go home?Who’s gonna tell me that it’s worth it?That maybe I should put the work in?Gonna tell me that it’s time that I grew upand I should go home?’Cause I’m a thousand miles awaybut we’re underneath the same skyUnderneath the marquee moon, tequila sunriseAbout a hundred times a daymy finger hovers over FaceTimeSwear I saw your face in the flicker of a streetlightWho’s gonna pick up the spiders?Be the candy underneath my eyelids?Gonna tell me that I’m too far goneand I should go home?Who’s gonna pick up the pieces?Make it better when she reaches?Gonna tell me that it’s been too longand I should come home?